Jiub
The Scribe Who Became a Saint
Ash storms, cliff racers, and a saint who walked the long road.
They call me a saint now. Don’t let it fool you—I started with ink-stained fingers and a sentence I didn’t ask for. I didn’t come to Vvardenfell seeking glory. I came to survive. Turned out, survival was the first step. Next thing I knew, I was ridding the roads of winged terrors, walking the silt striders into legend, and earning a name that outlived my silence.
What I'm Into: silt strider crossings, cliff racer nests, Morrowind's ash-covered roads, quiet moments after the storm, writing what no one else will
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